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Chapter 17 Danny turned around while seated to see Mama Angela in the front doorway, holding a grocery bag. The look on her face was not her normal happy smile. She looked super serious like she was waiting to see what he would do. Danny wondered what he had gotten himself into this time. Mama Angela walks over to the playpen before putting the grocery bag down and grabbing Danny. To Danny’s surprise she just pulled him into a hug. Angela was disappointed right now but not with Danny. Littles in this dimension are not known for their decision-making abilities. Even unregressed littles tend to make bad decisions as Angela had heard from her sisters. Danny is going to make some bad choices and they will have to deal with it. Danny obeyed her when she told him to stop so she was counting that as a win. Blame for what she had just witness was not on Danny in her mind, it was on her and Ashley. They should not have left him alone long enough for him to get that idea into his head and for him to act on it. Angela heard the vacuum and realized Ashley was cleaning. Angela usually took care of the household chores. When Ashley started cleaning it usually meant that she was either procrastinating or stressed out. Her plan to help the two out today had failed but it would not dissuade her from making another attempt if the opportunity arose. “Good morning sweetie,” Mama Angela said. “Good morning,” Danny replied. “Sorry I was not here when you woke up,” Mama Angela said. “But I had to get some food to go in your cute little tummy.” “Thank you,” Danny said. “Such a polite little boy I have,” she said as she gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Now we are going to talk about what I just saw in a little bit, but I need to finish bringing in the groceries. You have two choices I can put you in the highchair and you can play with toys on the tray until I am done. The other option is I can put you on the couch and you can watch some cartoons until I am done. If you choose the couch you have to promise me that you will not try to get up.” “Couch please, Danny replied. “I promise I will not try to get up.” That was the truth. He wouldn’t risk punishments by her over something unimportant. If he knew she would be coming home, then he would have waited for a better time to try. “I trust you Danny,” Mama Angela said. She then unbuttoned his onesie to find his diaper dry. One of the tricks with littles however was to never admit they are dry. This helps them adjust to their diapers easier. This might not be as necessary with Danny because he currently had no control, but she still was going to get into the habit of this. “You’re a little damp but I do not think you will need a change, do you?” “I’m wet again?” Danny exclaimed. “I only got changed a little bit ago.” “The medicine you are taking throws your body all out of whack Danny,” Angela explained. She then picked him up and put him on the couch. “Now if I see you try to get up you will be in big trouble.” She put on his childish cartoon praying that he would like it. The cartoon featured a group of littles clearly diapered and babied. One of the littles had lost their teddy bear and the group went looking for it all over the playground they were at. In the end they did not find it and the little began crying drawing the attention of their caregiver. “Did you see the teddy bear, Danny?” Mama Angela asked as she finished putting the groceries away. “No,” Danny said. “They never showed it.” “Yes, they did,” Mama Angela said as she sat down next to him. “I have seen this before when I was watching your cousins and I noticed it.” The caregiver on the screen had comforted the little during the conversation. They littles told him the problem and he announced that he would find it for them. They said they looked but he shushed them telling them that it was a job for an amazon not a little baby. He went to the playground towards the slide they had searched around twice during the episode and found it under the slide. “Are all your children’s shows just anti-little propaganda?” Danny asked. “It is not propaganda sweetie,” Mama Angela replied. “It just a cartoon.” “Depicting littles as helpless babies and amazon as their saviors for taking care of them.” “It is a lot more complicated than you give it credit for Danny,” Mama said. “If you want to write relatable little characters then they will be treated like typical littles. If you don’t want to watch it then I can find something else for you.” “Please,” Danny asked. “Of course, sweetie,” Mama Angela responded. “What do you want to watch.” “Do you have horror movies in this dimension?” Danny asked. He was not a huge fan of horror movies, but he was looking to push back in a way that would not get him into trouble. “We do but you will not be watching them,” Mama Angela replied with her usual friendly tone and smile. She realized Danny was trying the explore the boundaries of his new life. She did not want to overreact to his questions. More importantly than that however, she wanted him to sleep tonight so no way she was showing him any horror movies. “Let’s try something more appropriate or I can choose. I think there are some pretty good educational children’s shows on at this time.” “Sports please if that is okay,” Danny said quickly. “Of course, Danny,” she said turning on the sports channel and pulling him onto her lap. “Is this comfortable for you?” She asked him. “It’s okay,” Danny replied. Danny did not want to admit it, but he was comfortable. “Good now can we talk about what you were doing before I came in?” She asked. “Or we can just watch TV and forget all about that.” “I guess we technically could,” Mama Angela said. “But we are not going to. Just quickly explain why you decided to do that Danny. You’re not in trouble I just want to understand what you were thinking. “I was bored,” Danny said hiding his real reasons. “Not much you can do if you cannot stand. So, I decided to try it and see what happens.” “Danny, I know you are bored but that would not possess you to try it more than once. I saw you try twice. I saw the first one through the window when I was walking in, and I watched you try again when I walked in the front door. Plus, you looked like you were going to try again before I spoke. That implies something a lot more than boredom. Can you just tell me what it actually was, or do I have to guess?” Danny stayed silent. He was kicking himself for not seeing her before he tried to stand again. He had no intention of telling her he believed she was lying to him. “It’s fear,” Mama Angela started again. “Your afraid of never walking again because of the first surgery being messed up. You do not have enough trust in our dimension to do it right. Your so scared you were hoping to find a way to walk around on the leg and hopefully not need the surgery.” Wow, Danny thought. Not quite right but really close. How did she figure that out? Danny stayed silent. “Based on the look you are giving me I am guessing I am right,” Mama replied hugging him tighter. “I understand why you are scared Danny, but I promise we will do everything we can to fix your leg. You are safe here regardless of you leg though. Me and Mommy Ashley will protect you.” Mama Angela continued to cuddle with Danny after she stopped talking. She waited to see how Danny was going to react. “Are you a psychiatrist?” Danny asked amazed by how well she was able to read him. “No but my sister is,” Mama Angela responded. “I guess we never really told you much about ourselves yesterday. We will do that today but first I need you to understand you are not going to try to stand again like I saw earlier.” “I won’t,” Danny replied. “Good, now I want to make sure you understand that if I catch you trying to again you will have earned yourself a punishment,” Mama Angela clarified. “The punishment would be for lying to me, not about you trying to stand again.” A question popped into Danny’s mind, and he decided to ask, “What if I said I was going to try to stand again?” “If I could not convince you not to try it again then whenever you were not being watched you would have been swaddled or put in your highchair to stop you from having the ability to try again.” “So, I would have been punished either way,” Danny replied. “No sweetie,” Mama Angela responded giving him a tighter cuddle. “It would not have been a punishment; it would be for your safety. So, promise me you will be a good boy.” “I promise I will do my best,” Danny said, not wanting to promise something and get himself into trouble with it. “Good boy, will you try to stand again until me, Mommy Ashley or a doctor tells you to.” “No,” Danny said. “No, what.” Mama Angela asked knowing she was pushing her luck but loved hearing Danny call her Mama. “No Mama Angela,” Danny replied. For that he got another kiss on the forehead. “You’re such a good boy Danny,” Mama Angela praised. “I love you so much.” Danny was started to feel conflicted regarding Mama Angela. She had already fallen in love with him and was trying her best to make him happy. She had also been really patient with him as he had been a jerk since he arrived, and she put up with him. He honestly believed with most other amazons he would have gotten multiple severe punishment already. She honestly believed he was a scared little boy who needed her to take care of him. All she wanted was him to let her take care of him. He realized that right now there was nothing he could do to escape with his leg. He also realized even after the surgery he would need time to recover fully and plan his escape. He could enjoy her taking care of him a little while planning his escape. He cuddled into her resting his head on her shoulder. Angela just continued to cuddle him with a huge smile on her face. She knew she had at least temporarily got him to put his guard down a little. She knew she just needed to continue to care for him and she would continue to gain his trust. She just continued to cuddle with him occasionally praising him as a good boy. She also realized the reverse could be true. Bad experiences where he feels scared or uncomfortable then he might get more defensive and less trusting. She had to focus on keeping him happy and safe right now. Angela realized there was another problem was lurking. Ashley clearly is having problems dealing with the changes Danny represents. She believed the more she relaxed Danny and time would help the situation, but Ashley needed to change her attitude towards him. Angela knew Ashley was never around littles in her life growing up, but she agreed to adopt Danny and she needed to accept the responsibilities of being a little’s parent. Angela was not looking forward to her conversation with her wife but knew it was necessary. “Danny I am going to put you down for a second okay,” “Okay,” Danny said. He had been enjoying her attention but was not going to show any disappointment with it ending. Angela went into the kitchen and open the container of apple juice she had bought for Danny. She filled a bottle for Danny and brought it back to him. “Here is a bottle of apple juice Danny. All my sister’s littles really seem to like it so please try it and if you don’t like it’s no big deal, I can give it to them. Okay sweetie.” “Okay,” Danny replied. “Thank you, Mama Angela.” Mama Angela was impressed by the unprompted use her title. “Such a polite little boy,” she praised. As she walked over to his playpen and picked up antlers and brought him to Danny. “Now you have antlers to keep you company, your pacifier is on your onesie, and you have a bottle is there anything else you need before I go upstairs to talk to Mommy Ashley.” “No Mama Angela,” Danny responded. “What are you not going to do?” “Try to stand,” Danny stated. “Such a smart little boy,” Mama Angela cooed. “Now please behave. I will be right back.” With that she went upstairs with a feeling in her gut that she was about to start a fight.

Diapers are forever, They are all I need to please me, They can stimulate and tease me, They won´t leave in the night, I´ve no fear that they might desert me. Diapers are forever, Hold one up and then caress it, Touch it, stroke it and undress it, I can see every part, Nothing hides in the heart to hurt me. I don´t need love, For what good will love do me? Diapers never lie to me, For when love´s gone, They´ll absorb on. Diapers are forever, Wrapping round my little bottom. Unlike men, the diapers linger; Men are mere mortals who Are not worth going to your grave for. I don´t need love, For what good will love do me? Diapers never lie to me, For when love´s gone, They´ll absorb on. Diapers are forever, forever, forever. Diapers are forever, forever, forever. Forever and ever.

We're glad to have ya buddy!???☺️♥️? If you ever wanna chat, I'm always available!☺️?♥️?????♥️???

@AbdlJeff546 Welcome to DD - I have been a member here for about 2.5 years myself, and I also "lurked" for about 25 years. I have come to call this my "home" and I feel as if this place is like a "family." Feel Free to scan postings, ask questions, answer questions and reply to any that you like. We also have a Chatroom, where a lot of people also "hang out" so please feel free to stop by there as well. We are a very diverse group who share in one thing: we are all here because of our love of Diapers, and regardless of how/why we use diapers, or how we got here, that is one thing that we share. Each of us is unique, and each of us has a story of how we started our journey, and how we got here. All of us started walking the same path, BUT then the paths twist and turn as we move forward, and it may take each of us time to get here, or to realize what makes us "tick". but we are here, and as far as I am concerned, because of the good people here, I now understand why I feel the way I feel and that there is nothing "wrong" with feeling the way I feel, or liking what I like, and that is that. In 2019, I became a member here, and I was dealing with accidents/IBS/Diverticulitis and incontinence, and when I finally had enough of this, I asked my doctor for help, and when that was done, I came back here, 24 years after lurking for so long, and I made my account: I KNEW where i needed to be, and KNEW that this is the place that I would be able to be with people who understand my and other's struggles - because of them, am more confident, and NOT afraid or ashamed, or embarrassed anymore - Diapers are a part of me, and the feelings they elicit are normal. Having a disability, (CP) I understand that sometimes you need to accept what is obvious: I NEED diapers and I LIKE them too and NOTHING will change that, and I knew that I was the way I was at 8 Years old - why deny the obvious? Feel fee to mingle, and don't hesitate to follow me or send me a PM should you wish. Brian

Two: Hammy Harper had an on-again, off-again relationship with smoking. It looked cool, she assumed, when she was a teenager. It kept her sane through college. She ditched it when she met Layne. She picked it back up again when they separated. She was vaping now. Not one of those enormous ‘rigs’ that men with large beards had. This was a dainty little stick she stowed away in her purse. And when she pulled it out and took a hit? She felt cool again - like she was smoking in the future. Layne had been going on about something. There was a woman in a pantsuit with good hair, and she had been mean. Something about city council. He used the word ‘audacity’ more than once. She took a few nice slow drags of the vape. She was thinking about whether or not she would watch a tutorial on how those big-bearded men did neat little smoke tricks. Like the one where they blew a smoke ring. That’d be a fun party trick. “...and she called the store an abomination,” he said. “Seriously, who even uses that word? Religious women in a Stephen King story.” “But you haven’t broken any laws, right?” she asked. “Nah.” “And you wouldn’t have been allowed to open this store in the first place if it was doing something fundamentally shady.” “Yeah, I guess.” “So what are you worried about? Let the windbag throw a little tantrum in front of the city. Then let the council tell her that you haven’t done anything wrong. End of story.” “I don’t know,” he said. “People like that, they don’t just get together and get worked up for nothing, you know? We could do everything right - and I assume we have - and they could still be a problem. They become a gnat in the city council’s ear. Worse, they rile up a bunch of other people and now there’s a whole swarm of gnats in their ears. And nobody wants that many gnats in their ears, you know?” Usually, that would’ve been enough nicotine, but she needed to take another long drag. “So what are you going to do?” she asked. “What can I do? Can you reason with gnats?” “The gnat thing isn’t working,” she said. Then, just because she thought the answer would be amusing, she added: “Are you wearing sweatpants?” “Don’t even start with me, Harpy.” A ‘pet’ name she detested just as much as he detested public sweatpants. Touche. This wasn’t the way she thought this conversation was going to go. She had already been nervous to talk to him tonight, and that was before she had inadvertently opened his can of personal worms. He shook his head and muttered something to himself about Grace Vanderhoeffen. Then, remembering that she had come to him in the kitchen in the first place: “Oh, did you want to tell me something?” She sighed. “Actually, yeah?” “Okay.” “So...this isn’t easy for me to say, but I’m hoping we can have an open and mature discussion about it - if any discussion is needed at all.” “I’m probably not going to like this, am I?” “Just listen,” she said. “I’m going on a date tonight.” “A date? Tonight?” “That’s what I just said.” “With who?” “You don’t know them.” “That doesn’t really narrow things down for me.” “It doesn’t matter who they are. But, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I think that we - both of us - should start thinking about what we want next, you know? Living arrangements. Romance. I don’t know. We’re just stuck here in this house avoiding each other all the time and nothing is changing and sometimes I feel like…” “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said. “I can’t get mad about you dating some guy when it’s not like I'm over here trying to repair our marriage. I mean...I don’t think I’m about to go and date someone myself, but I guess I get where you’re coming from. So, I don’t know...have a good time with him?” “Not him,” she said. “I’m sorry?” “Not him,” she said. “As in - I’m not going out with a...guy?” “Oh.” He gave it another moment to sink further in. “Oh. A, uh, gal, then?” “No.” “I’m running out of options here.” “They/them,” she said. “Oh,” he said again. “Don’t be weird about this.” “Me? Me...weird?” “Look,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. They’re just gender nonconforming, you know?” “I can deal with that,” he said, waving his hands in front of him as if to signal that he didn’t want any trouble. “And me going out on a date?” “I mean...am I psyched? No, not especially. Am I…” his voice just kind of wandered off. “Are you...what?” “I didn’t think about what I wanted to say.” “Well why don’t you think about it a little longer,” she said. “And we can talk about it later. Or tomorrow.” -- He skipped the alcohol last night - he didn’t want to show up to the store in sweatpants again. He was still late. “Decided to finally show up?” Effie quipped from behind the counter. “Someday, when you own your very own diaper store, you too can show up whenever you want.” “So inspirational. Thank you, Dad.” “You wish I was your father.” “My father played bass in a punk band,” Effie said. “No offense, but you don’t have enough cool to qualify as the father I wish I had.” “Damn,” he said. “That is pretty cool.” He grabbed a partially-stale donut from yesterday’s box, still sitting behind the front counter. “Did I miss anything? Any drama? Concerned citizens?” “The Pope dropped by,” she said. “He wasn’t happy with you either.” “Did you sell him any diapers?” “I tried. He’s more of a chastity guy, though.” This yielded a hearty chuckle from him. He always liked how proud of herself she looked when she made him laugh like that. Very cute. “I have an assignment for you today,” he said. “Oh yeah? What kind of assignment?” “That woman who came in yesterday? Grace Vander-fart? I want to know more about her little club. CLAM? No...CALM. Could you do some internetting for me? Find out how big this thing is? When they meet up to talk about me? Where? See if they serve refreshments at their meetings?” “Are you...actually planning on going to one of their meetings?” He shrugged. “Wouldn’t it be funny if I did?” She smirked, though she didn’t laugh. He thought it was a lot funnier than that. “Did, uh, Harper come by this morning?” “Nah. I mean, I got here at 9 - you know, the time we open - so not unless she came earlier than that. Why so?” “Ah, you don’t want to hear about it,” he said, swiping his hand in the air as if to wave away the conversation. “You’re right,” Effie said, “I don’t. But if you’re going to bring it up, I feel obligated to ask for more information.” “Well, fine, if you’re going to twist my arm…” “I’m not.” “Harper went on a date last night.” Her face had fallen serious. “Oh shit. Really?” He shrugged, attempting to play it off nonchalantly. “Yeah, I don’t know. Should I be mad about it?” “Do you feel mad?” “A little numb so far, that’s all. Relationship novacaine.” She was torn. Being a good friend of Harper’s sister had gotten her pretty close to Harper over the last few years. But, spending 40 hours a week with him- give or take the hours Layne was missing from his own shop - wasn’t nothing. She was happy for Harper. She was mad for Layne. “Who was the lucky guy?” “Well that’s just it. It wasn’t a guy.” “Really? I didn’t know that she liked…” “It wasn’t a girl either.” He looked like wanted a reaction. Needed. She didn’t really have much of one to give him. “Does that upset you?” “I don’t think so. It shouldn’t, right?” She shook her head. “I live in a pretty simple world,” he said. “Gender stuff - it’s over my head.” “It’s actually not that hard to grasp,” Effie said. “They say that they don’t conform to a specific gender and then you just say: Ok. That’s it.” He waved his hand dismissively again. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m just looking for things to pick at. You know, because she went on a date.” “How did the date go?” He shrugged. “I went to sleep before she came home. And she wasn’t home this morning. Or...she never came home.” “Slutty,” Effie said to herself. The tone suggested that this was a positive thing. “Alright, enough talk about my disaster of a marriage. Do your homework, young lady.” “Fiiiiiiine, Dad.” -- Come in late, and then leave early - such was the life of the boss. She had found the information he was looking for in about 6 minutes, using Facebook alone. But she had stared at the computer for two hours, making it look as if she was doing some real Hackers-esque work. She provided him with the meeting place, time, and confirmed that refreshments were being served. He offered to kiss her on the forehead and she declined. Then he decided to go to the gym. These were the moments she came to enjoy the most, working at Bottoms Up. She turned up the King Gizzard and scrolled on her phone, occasionally glancing up to confirm that the parking lot was still an empty void. And then there was a new car. A minivan. She turned the music down - just a smidge - and got her ‘customer service’ smile on. Layne hated it - he thought it made her look like, in his words, an ‘either homicidal or horny clown. Maybe both.’ A couple rolled into the store. She was straight out of the 1950s with her royal blue polka-dot dress and red hair pinned into an updo. He had that signature diaper-waddle that Effie had come to expect from male customers. She had no clue how to gauge their ages. The woman was either 20-something or 45. He was older - definitely older than Layne. Maybe just old? She’d guess he was in his 50s. “Greetings. Can I help you two out with anything today?” “Just...uh...looking around, thanks,” he said. The hem of his sports-team tee barely connected with the waistband of his drawstring shorts. With every step, they separated, and the ruffled plastic edge of a diaper poked out to say hello. “Diapers, darling,” the woman said, though it wasn’t clear if she was talking to him or to Effie. “Well,” Effie said, taking a chance on the possibility the woman was talking to her, “we have plenty of those.” “I don’t want any of these plastic diapers,” she said. “Too wasteful. You know, for the environment? Hamish, here, he goes through so many diapers. The landfill probably expands an entire acre per year with just his dirty diapers.” “Margaret,” he hissed. “You don’t have to do that here.” “Don’t listen to him,” Margaret said. “He adores being humiliated. Have you ever seen such a pathetic thing?” “Once or twice,” Effie said. “It’s time we made a change,” Margaret said, glazing right over Effie’s remark. “And I do not mean another diaper change. Hamish just got his bottom cleaned up an hour ago.” She turned to the poor blushing man. “If I were to check your diaper now, it’d still be dry, yes?” “Y-yes.” “Yes…?” she said, clearly trying to elicit a specific answer. “Yes...Mommy.” “Well trained, is he not?” Effie laughed. “Can he do any tricks?” “He’ll do anything I tell him to. That’s a trick, yes?” Effie nodded. “Hamish. Pull down your shorts and show the nice woman your diaper.” “Mommy…” “Please don’t argue with me, Hammy. Or else I ask you to do something far worse.” He sighed, giving in to her demand. Which, Effie thought, was a shame - she was curious to see what ‘far worse’ entailed. Hands on either side of his shorts, he pushed them down in one motion, revealing the plump white diaper between his legs. Baby animals pranced across the front of it. There was some yellow discoloration in the front. Just a little. “Speaking of used diapers...” Effie said, pointing out the yellowed diaper with her finger. “My word. Hamish! Did you piddle yourself yet again?” “Just...just a little,” he said, shrugging. “Ugh.” Margaret rolled her eyes as she tossed her hands up in the air. “Do you see what I’m working with?” “They say it gets harder to potty train them as they get older,” Effie said. Margaret laughed - a genuine chuckle. “Pull up your pants, baby.” He did so. “Look at all these cute diaper designs,” she said as she strolled through the salesfloor. “Princesses. Unicorns. Teddy bears. Koala bears. But it’s, like, ‘what’s the point,’ right? He’s just going to make a big poo in them eventually anyways. Sometimes I’m tempted to just tape a garbage bag to his ass and let him do his business in that.” “Cost effective,” said Effie. “But probably not good for the neighborhood.” “Then what would you recommend?” “I’m hardly an expert…” “No?” “I mean, I just...work the counter. Put things in boxes. My boss, he’s the guy to talk to if you want actual advice. A genuinely enormous baby.” “But I like you,” Margaret said. “Okay, fine. With the knowledge that you do have, point me in the right direction.” “Well, I could show you these,” Effie said, walking around the counter and over to a rack against the far wall. She pulled a clear plastic package off the wall, holding a thick folded garment inside of it. “These are, like, pocket-diapers? Machine washable, and you just load cloth pads into them. But...as much as you want. So you’re essentially making them as absorbent as you’d like them to be. Then, after he, uh, does his business, you can wash the whole thing while you slip him into a new one.” “And the diaper itself doesn’t leak?” Effie quickly glanced at the packaging and spotted the bold WATERPROOF in a starburst. “It does not.” “A higher upfront cost,” she mused to herself. “But probably worth it in the long run. I’ll try some. Well, Hammy will actually be trying them.” Both women laughed, much to the dismay of the big baby. Effie gathered the selected pocket-diaper, in an adorable fuschia color, along with a package of cloth prefolds for use within it. A credit card swipe later and the transaction was complete. She had reached for the black bags and Margaret stopped her. “No need, dear. We won’t need a bag. Hamish can just carry the diapers out to the car as is. Yes, dear?” “Y-yes, Mommy.” He gathered his new undergarment and accessories together, pinning them close to his chest and scrambled out the door. Margaret was still in the shop. “Was...there something else I can help you with?” “Not an expert on diapers?” Margaret asked. “No...that’s not really my thing.” “Would you like to know more?” For the first time in quite a while, Effie was a little at a loss for words. “I’m sorry?” “I’m just saying,” Margaret said with a shrug. “If you see yourself selling diapers for the foreseeable future, and you want to experience life on the other side of the counter, maybe I could help you with that.” “Are you offering to put me in a diaper?” “Do you want to be?” “No? Maybe?” Her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. She was aware of the curiosity that had been stirring in places she didn’t acknowledge all that often, and a bright floodlight had suddenly been shown on that corner. “I wouldn’t make you play with Hammy,” Margaret said, glancing over her shoulder to confirm he had left the store. “He’s no fun at all. But you and I? We could have fun.” “I…” “Just think about it,” she said. “I’m in your system. You have my number.” With no further words, Margaret spun around and briskly exited the store, returning to the minivan to chastise poor Baby Hamish for putting the diapers in the wrong place in the car. Effie sighed as she turned the music back up again. “This fucking job.”

I was recently involved in a pregnancy scare, and I think the thought of having a child just zapped the ABDL out of me for a while. Not in a purge cycle kind of way, just a total indifference. I didn't want to get rid of everything, it was more like when I'd see my little stuff, I'd think of it of it as an old shirt I used to love but now isn't my style anymore. No hate, no shame, just total indifference. The scare is now over and I am slowly having desires come back, but way less and way different (more-so just sexual when it used to very a huge comfort/coping mechanism). So anyone else experience something like this? ABDLs with kids, did you experience a similar downshift while you were focusing on other priorities? I assume this kind of response is normal since my mind was elsewhere, but if just the possibility of having a kid zapped all interests for a month that the scare took place and a month after, I am almost worried that having a kid might obliterate all interests. Thanks!

Just curious how others fare when not diapered? Are you able to stay dry? Do you take precautions when not diapered, such as having a pad under you, or not sitting on certain furniture? Have you ever wet yourself without noticing? Or forgotten you don’t have a diaper on? Or thought you had more bladder (or bowel) control than you really did? Have you ever wet yourself in public? In general, how do you feel after an accident?

LONG LIVE THE DIAPER ERA!!!!??☺️♥️ The diaper Era is NEVER over!!!!?♥️???☺️♥️? You hear that moms and dads?! never!????♥️????♥️??? LOL!?????♥️☺️???

Hi ABDLJeff, glad you decided to join in, finally! ? We know you’ve been lurking around here, lol. Well, you know already, this is a pretty good place to hang around, so I don’t need to sell you. But it is always good, to have people step up, and join. Come on in, pull up a high chair, fill your bottle, and if you feel the need, soak them diappies! Relax, have fun, and enjoy! PS. Don’t grab that high chair! Someone’s diaper leaked, and it didn’t get cleaned off just yet. All the others are fine, you’re good ?

Welcome, we are glad to have you! Always happy to chat

Never over I agree ✌️??

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Sometimes an accident is really an on purpose. Isnt it @Enthusi?

Stress can and will destroy libido.

As an aside, this thread seems to have attracted a lot of reads and a lot of likes. For that I’m grateful. It’s nice to know that I’m not totally wasting my time in documenting all of this, or if I am, I am at least wasting it in such a way as might be amusing to others. When “likes” are issued to posts, in addition to the tiny serotonin boost that is released upon digital affirmative feedback (a drug Facebook had worked out years ago), an alert message appears when I log in. I don’t know WHO liked a post, or indeed WHY. In addition to the factiod of a post being liked, there is insight shared on how long ago this “like” occurred. In this place the big “likes” go to the authors on the story forums. More mundane accounts such as this rarely rank in terms of attractive recreational reading. That makes sense. It’s probably more interesting for many to read about a flotilla of nubile young aunts queueing up to baby a young male than uncover titbits such as the practical fall-out of rubbish collection lapses. Nevertheless today I was somewhat surprised to receive 9 consecutive “likes” in one batch. Intrigued, I followed each of these “like” links to see what it was that was liked. They were all posts in this thread and the “likes” were delivered in the same chronological order as the thread had them. Based on these clues, it would appear that somebody was reading this thread and issuing “likes” as they worked their way through it. That’s nice. The thing that got me was the timestamps. They spent at least three hours with this thread. They could have watched “Ghandi” or maybe “Apocalypse Now Redux Edition” with that kind of chronological investment. If that somebody is reading this. You deserve a prize! I hope the hours were worth it. I get bored with myself after several minutes ?

I remember when I was that size, it was a Tuesday in 1982. ?

this is for my food as this is for drinks and night time

Yes ever meal and bottle so all most all the time normally I go through 4 or more a day

Never had a partner but I still get diaper checks by my family and friends yes they all know I am a little

Hi everyone! I was wondering if any one wears bibs? I will personally love using bibs and I was wondering if anyone else does too, and what kind of bib that other people use!

New and improved. I ordered some of the school print since I'm a big kid! https://bambinodiapers.com/collections/types?q=Slip-On Brief

Chapter 4 When we got off the train I was on her hip again we caught a cab and we went to her house. The cabby pulled into her driveway. She paid him we got out and went inside. Jodie went into the livingroom and sat down on the couch. “Never thought I would start my New Year with a new baby” she said smiling. “That’s if you’ll let me”. It wasn’t a shock that she wanted to baby me she was so interested in the story about my sister and Samantha. “Are you sure” I asked? “Defiantly” she answered. “Ok” I said. “Then the first thing is to give you a bath would baby like that” she asked? “That sounds great we could use that after tonight” I said. With me on her hip again she walked to her bedroom she put me down. I put my back pack by the bed and we took our coats off. I climbed on the bed Jodie went into her bathroom and turned the water on in the tub. She came back to me and started to untie my sneakers. She pulled them off and took my socks off too. I watched her as she laid me down on my back “I hope baby likes to take baths” she said. “I don’t have any bath toys so maybe he can make believe” she said. She unbuckled my belt opened the button and pulled the zipper down then she pulled my pants down and off. “OMG” she said “look at you you’re adorable” she said when my diaper came into view. “Wait” she said and went into my back pack. She took my blue binkie out and my stuff puppy she slipped the binkie in between my lips and put the puppy in my arms. I took it and started to suck on it and hugged my puppy. “You are the perfect baby no wonder your sister and Sam wanted to baby you” she said all excited. “Well then Mommy is going to give you a bathy and get her baby all cleaned up yes she is yes she is” she cooed. “Mmmmm baby is wet too” she said. “Let’s get that dipee off and get him in the tub” but before she took the diaper off she raced into the bathroom to turn off the water. “Oh boy baby that was close” she said. “So baby likes being taken care of like a baby your sister and Sam must have had a lot of fun with you” she said smiling. “Back then when they took care of you did you do what they wanted you to do to be more of a baby” she asked? I blushed and she saw me turning red “Oh what else did they make baby do”. “I know what I would do we would play dress up I would let your pony tail down and I would dress you in baby girl’s cloths”. “You would look adorable as a baby girl” Jodie said laughing. I just smiled at her rolling my eyes. She reached for the tapes on the diaper and pulled one side loose then did the other two. Jodie lowered the diaper between my legs. “There’s baby’s peepee” she giggled. She went back to my back pack and took the baby wipes out and cleaned my diaper area. “You’re so smooth and soft” Jodie said. She bent down and started to blow bubbles into my belly and I started to giggle and kicked my feet. “You’re adorable” and she did it again. Jodie grabbed my ankles with one hand and lifted my legs up and pulled the diaper from under me then let them down again. She put the dirty wipes in the wet diaper and rolled it up. “Ok baby time for your bathy” she cooed. She picked me up put me on her hip and walked into her bathroom with her hand on my hinny. She squeezed it and I giggled. “Good baby” she said as she lowered me into the tub. She had to let some of the warm water out not that it was that filled but I guess just to be sure. She wet my hair and started to wash it. “Sorry about the shampoo Mommy didn’t know she was going to have a baby today”. “Jerry do you mind if you call me Mommy” she asked? I just shook my head and said with my binkie in my mouth “o ommy”. She smiled and kept washing my hair. She rinsed my hair off then took a wash cloth soaped it up and started to wash my face behind my ears under my chin and neck. Then she washed my back and arms and my belly. She rinsed me off and told me to stand up. I hesitated a bit because I was getting hard. “Come on baby Mommy can see your peepee in the water baby is getting hard” she said and I stood up. I stood up red in my face. “Mmmm baby … baby is a grower not a shower she likes that” she said as she started to wash my legs then in between them. She washed my hinny and under my balls. She washed my semi hard peepee and cooed to me. “Baby likes when Mommy touches his peepee doesn’t he yes he does” she cooed. “Sit back down baby and I will rinse you off”. I sat down and the water rinsed me off. “Ok baby you stay right here Mommy has to get something ready” she said and she left the bathroom. She came back a few minutes later and helped me get out. She wrapped a big fluffy towel around me and dried me off. When Jodie wrapped the towel around me I almost disappeared in it it was so big. She walked back to her bedroom with me in her arms and laid me on the bed with the towel still around me. I looked at what she did nexted. Jodie was getting undressed. “Mommy and baby time I hope that is Ok baby Mommy is so excited from your story and taking care of you Mommy needs her big boy” she said. I didn’t mine because I was smiling and Jodie saw it and smiled back. When she took her bra off my eyes saw “lunch”. She laid on the bed totally naked Jodie put a few pillows against the head board and laid down against them. She pulled me and the towel into her arms. She changed her mine and took the towel off and positioned me in her arms against her naked body. “Mmmm baby I listened to your story about Helen and Samantha and thought maybe I can be lucky like them and have you nurse from me too I don’t have milk for you but maybe you will enjoy it like Mommy will and maybe baby will let Mommy Jodie baby him some more”. Jodie took the binkie out of my mouth and put her hand on the back of my head and slowly pulled me closer to her. Her boobs were big I opened my mouth and when I felt her nipple touch my lips I latched on and started to suckle. She moaned and whimpered as I suckled her as she held me closer “yes baby suckle Mommy like you did to your sister and her best friend Samantha”. “Oh good baby Jerry good boy” she cooed. Jodie rocked us back and forth and hummed then said “good boy you’re making Mommy very happy”. I suckled her big tits and used my tongue around her nipple. “Mmm Baby … baby is good at this I guess it was all the practice he had when he was growing up”. Jodie’s hand went in between her legs she was playing with her pussy. She moaned and shook I knew I was doing a good job to make her cum. Mommy stopped and switch me to her other nipple and I continued to suckle her like a new born. After a few more minutes I pulled off her nipple with a pop Jodie was surprised and I started to kiss down I moved her hand from her pussy and kissed down and down. She spread her legs I went in between them and started to lick and kiss her wet pussy. My fingers and tongue went into her and she moaned again she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me into her wet pussy she wanted my lips on her. I circled her clitty she climax in my mouth. She tasted wonderful and my tongue and fingers took care of my new Mommy. I tried to pull her over but she was to heavy for me to move she got the hint and pinned me on my back she took my dick into her mouth and started to suck me fast and hard. Jodie came up over my belly she took my dick into her hand and slipped it into her. She sat down and moaned “OMG baby yes you feel so good in Mommy yes baby you are a grower not a shower” she moaned. Jodie started to bounce up and down on my hard peepee I may not be that big but I am a grower and know how to please a Mommy or any women. “Mommy’s going to come again baby cum for Mommy cum inside her yes baby yes oh what a good boy”. My balls tightened and I started to cum inside Mommy Jodie. “Yes baby cum in Mommy” and she came too. We laid there for a few minutes Mommy rolled off me and laid next to me she kissed me and I kissed her back. “You … you are a good baby boy” she said and kissed my cheek. “I would have never guessed that we could make love so wonderfully”. “Did you and Mommy Helen and Mommy Samantha make love too” she asked? “No just Mommy Sam” I answered trying to breathe. “That was wonderful baby thank you for this wonderful day” she said and started to get up. She walked to the bathroom I heard water running I guess she was cleaning herself up. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing a robe she was carrying a wash cloth in her hand. She knelt on the bed in between my legs and started to wash my diaper area. She took another diaper from my bag and the powder and put them on the bed. She shook the diaper out and opened it. Jodie took my ankles in her hand and lifted them up and slid the diaper under me and let my legs down. “So easy you are so easy to change and carry I hope I get the chance to baby you some more” Jodie said but I was half way to baby land and fell asleep. tbc

I've finally joined the site and forums. I've been crawling around this site for many many many years just never connected with anyone. Looking for anyone just to chat and share this side of me with and learn about others. Mommies, daddies, littles. If I had to say I'm mostly a DL, some AB and am open to being a daddy myself. Feel free to drop me a message and don't get discouraged if it's a day or so between messages.

Cloth diapers were around long long long before there was ever a paper throw away diaper.

Chapter Thirteen "Where is Ai?" The brunette caregiver with the glasses stood with her arms crossed in front of Bala. Two other caregivers - the blonde and another that Bala had never met - flanked her and backed her into a corner. "She's gone." Bala replied, rubbing her puffy red-rimmed eyes with all the trimmings of a distraught child who knew she was in trouble. With the absence of her blanket, she clung to her dress instead. It wasn’t the same. "She can't be gone," the caregiver said sharply. It was a tone Bala hadn't heard in a long time, maybe since her time at the hospital. Anger. Disapproval. Tears dripped down Bala's cheeks. "I didn't want her to go, I didn't want her to leave but she wanted to but I didn't want to, so I stayed an... an... I'm sorry..." The brunette balled her hands at her sides and took a deep breath. Wherever Ai was, she couldn't have gotten far. But Bala was another story: she couldn't be trusted. "Send her to the Memoriam." The other two caregivers glanced nervously at each other. "Um... are you sure? She's been a model—" "You think this is the behavior we want our Candies to model? Drugging the staff? Breaking out of their rooms? Helping other Candies escape?” "Please, I jus’ wan’ be a good girl..." Although despite Bala's pleas, it was as if the people in the room couldn't hear her. Or maybe they just didn't care. "Yes, she did break the rules," the blonde caregiver said, taking a step forward. Her cheeks were still a little pink from the milk. "She was lead astray by a problematic Candy, one we've had problems with in the past. And if anything, her sense of loyalty to her should be something we consider, shouldn't it?" "Her disloyalty to us, you mean?" the brunette snapped back. "She's here, isn't she? She chose to stay." The blonde caregiver looked at Bala and smiled, then asked: "Bala, you want to stay, don't you? Even if we have to train you harder?" Bala nodded automatically. She would do anything to stay here, no matter what they asked of her. The brunette caregiver seemed to soften at her agreeableness. "We have to find Ai," the brunette finally said, changing the topic from Bala. "This isn't like Kione; there’s no room for error. She’s too important." Ai hadn't told Bala any of her plans, not beyond escaping. Honestly, Bala preferred it that way. If she knew more than that, she'd have felt compelled to share it. She rubbed her eyes as the grown-ups talked, and she felt her diaper getting fuller in the seat. But this conflict, this guilt, these feelings? They'd all go away soon, she was sure of it. "Miss Porter!" A woman hurried around the corner and stopped just short of the brunette with the glasses. She was out of breath. "We got her." "What?" The brunette blinked in disbelief, but sure enough another woman in pink scrubs rounded the corner with Ai in tow. "How did..." "She was wandering the halls, looking for something. Maybe she didn't escape?" "I escaped just fine," Ai said sharply, staring at the brunette who had changed her diapers countless times before. "I came back." Bala looked at Ai with confusion and wonder. She changed her mind? The brunette noticed the glances between Bala and Ai and let out a little laugh. "You came back for her?" she asked with a head tilt. "That’s so noble." "No, I came back for my own reasons." Ai pulled away from the caregiver in the pink scrubs, but she was well and truly surrounded. Five caregivers, two little girls. They were outnumbered. "Your reasons aren’t important," the brunette smiled. Her voice was sickly sweet, rife with condescension. "Now let’s get you—" "Yes they are," Ai interrupted. "I didn’t need to escape; I just had to prove that I could. I’ll find a new way out. I'll find a hundred. I'll keep running the Academy in circles. And you know I will, because I've done it before. Haven't I?" The caregiver's expression soured. "Tell me why you're doing this," Ai demanded. "It's strange that you think you have any position to negotiate, Ai. Little girls like you should be taking the orders, not giving them." The brunette smiled warmly, despite her words. She took a step forward and reached out to take Ai’s hand. "You came back because you belong here. You know that. Why don’t you let Nana take all those silly thoughts away?" Ai pulled away from the brunette and took on all the confidence she could while wearing a pink party dress and a soaking wet diaper. "I'm never going to stop wondering what this is all about," Ai said. "I can't help it - we both know that - and the more I wonder the more trouble I cause." "Perhaps you’re supposed to cause trouble," the woman offered. "Maybe that’s your destiny." The caregivers in the room looked uncomfortable, all but the brunette with the glasses. She had an unshakable confidence not quite befitting that of her role, and the battle between an unflappable god and a little diaper girl always ended the same way. All the odds were against Ai - a million to one - but Ai had tricks of her own. "Am I supposed to know about #254? Or the Preamble?" The room was quiet for just a moment. Bala's tears dripped silently off her chin. The caregivers glanced sideways at one another. Even Ai was holding her breath. "I see," the brunette said, more to herself than anyone else. After a moment to consider, she turned to Bala and back to Ai. "Then you don’t care what happens to your friend?" Ai glanced at Bala, the woman that helped her escape, and back at her caregiver. This was a choice. What was really important here? Bala, or answers? With reluctance, Ai shook her head. This was bigger than the both of them, and Ai couldn’t let one girl matter more than the rest. The brunette shrugged, turned to the other caregivers, and pointed at Bala. "Take her back to Processing." Processing? Like, the Cold Room? Bala's eyes went wide and she shook her head in fear. "Please, nuh uh! I a good girl! I don' wanna be cold again! I did so good! I did so so so good! I'ma good girl, a good girl!" Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked at the caregivers one at a time, then finally to Ai for help. She had to help. She just had to. "Pease! Pease, Ai! Pease don' take my happy ending!" "I'm sorry," Ai muttered, looking at her feet. "I didn't mean for this to happen..." "Come now," the brunette said, placing a hand on Ai's shoulder. "There's a lot to explain." Ai turned and followed the brunette down the hall, toward all the answers she was seeking. The last thing Bala remembered was a caregiver reaching into her pocket, and then she awoke in a room of tiles. On the far wall, a familiar mirror with an unfamiliar girl looking back at her. So much had changed since the first time. Her clothes, her hair, her face. Most of all, her disposition. She was no longer a confident, compassionate nurse. She was just a helpless little girl, punished for her misdeeds. Bala had always believed in choosing your own destiny, but her own choices always led to sadness and pain. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe free will was a bad thing. Why should anyone have the right to do the wrong thing? Bala had everything. Love. Simplicity. Entertainment. Tenderness. But she allowed Ai to tempt her with freedom. Like a snake in the garden, Ai tricked Bala into breaking the rules. And now she had to suffer again. Bala closed her eyes and curled up in the corner as the temperature in the room started to drop. She missed her blanket. She missed her crib. She missed her caregivers and her diaper changes and her toys. She even missed her new friends, all but Ai. As Bala's thoughts swirled into a dark, stormy tornado in her head, one thought rang truer than the rest: This was all Ai's fault. [End] ---------------- Thanks for reading everyone. I'm sorry it took so long to finish this one. I think some people might be sad to see Bala's fate in this one? But I do want to bring up again a little later in the series so that people know what happens with her. She's a lot more than just a catalyst for Ai's story. (Actually, I think Ai is the catalyst for hers??) I'm sure you all have more questions. I hope I can address all of them in future stories, but if you want to know anything in particular feel free to ask. Comments really do keep me motivated, no joke!! So stay tuned! ~Mia Moore~ ---------------- Edit: Here's the next story in the series: Academy T!

Raise a diaper and toast! Kudos to the borrowed artwork.

My least favourite things are 1 on my days off and not being a adult getting ready for bed at 6pm 8 pm sleep time 2 times out and naughty step who ever thought of then needs help 3 naps when I watching a program 4 not aloud crayons just because I accidentally drawed on the walls 5 being told by family that there child has already been potty trained when will you start ( never)

Long live diapers!

I like the gotta pee feeling.

DIAPERS Wet? Yes Messy? Yes You check them or he tells you? Both checks by anyone who knows if over 18 Change after an accident or stay wet? Depending on how wet Who decides when he's diapered? 24/7 Going out in diapers? Have to 24/7 POTTY TRAINING Any interest? No interest Underwear, training pants, or diapers? Diapers Success or failure? Definitely failed Punishments? None but sometimes get threatened to get potty training by my cousins and nephews and nieces Omorashi? (Google it, it's being turned on by having to go badly. ) no BABY ITEMS Bottle? (What goes in it?) Yes stage 1 formula 4 times a day/ juice all drinks/ warter all Pacifier? Yes every night and day apart from work Rattle? Yes all the time Baby food? Stage one food most meals Pajamas (footie, cartoons, etc)? Yes both footed and two peace Other clothes (overalls, t-shirts with sesame street, etc)? Onesie shorts bibs trousers plastic underwear training pants T-shirt safety harness with walking rains wrist link hats Sippy cup? Only if I have hot drink and under supervision Plush toys (names?) Yes many over 20 but my favourite are Timmy sammy Thomas Other toys? (Blocks, trains, I dunno) Yes I have cars / pawpatrol /a car stirring wheel / COMMUNICATIONS Limited to baby talk? Yes all the time at home and some of the time it slipped into work Limited to simple words/grammar? All the time Limited decision making? (Eg what to eat, what to watch, whether to go out?) all the time Praise/admonishment from you? (What for?) Yes Baby talk by you? Most of the time How to initiate and end role-playing (by either of you)? No PUNISHMENTS Desired at all? Yes more so when younger Time outs? Still getting Spanking? Not anymore Scolding? Sometimes Forced diapering? 24/7 N/A Limited diaper changes? No ACTIVITIES Tucking in for bed? Not now Naps? Yes Reading a story? No Playing together? No Feeding? Sometimes Watching kids TV/movies? Only channels I interested in Bathing? I have bath toys and only aloud the water low for obvious reasons Dressing? Sometimes Breastfeeding? No Doing adult things while diapered or dressed like a baby? All the time

Fantastic start!

I'm still the same size I was when I started wearing them, I'm still 5'4 and my weight stays between 110-120.

I'm copying and pasting some of this over from another thread because I happen to have typed it out elsewhere a couple of days ago, and much of what I wrote pertains to this line of inquiry as well: I was a bedwetter as a kid, so I wore diapers to bed pretty much uninterrupted. So I don't have a recollection of suddenly being put back into diapers again back then, although I do recall having to put them on for long car rides, such as when we drove to the cottage or to Florida on vacation, etc. I remember early on, coming home from school on a Thursday, going into the house, and my mom telling me that my dad was getting off of work early and we were going to drive up to the cottage that night, instead of Friday night, as we usually did. I was excited that I got to miss a day of school, which was uncommon, however that thrill was quickly overshadowed. My mom called me up to my room and started packing clothes into a gym bag for me, and the she sent me to collect my toothbrush and toiletries from the bathroom, and when I came back, she was kneeling on the floor, fanning a diaper out in front of her, and she said something like "Come on, let's go, dad wants to hit the road as quick as we can to miss the rush hour traffic - get undressed." I didn't really have time to argue or to think about how I felt; I dropped my shorts and underwear, sat on the diaper, laid back, it was taped on, and then my mom handed me my shorts, and I pulled them back on. I said something along the lines of "Why do I hafta wear a diaper now?" (I usually didn't put one on until maybe an hour before bed), and my mom said we were stopping for dinner on the way up, and probably wouldn't get there until late (it was a 4 hour drive typically). By this point I already "knew" that I was... something. The term ABDL didn't exist for me, but I knew I felt "funny" about diapers, always very curious about them, and I didn't mind wearing them to bed most of the time, the exception being when anyone other than my immediate family was around, in which case I had tremendous anxiety about anyone noticing I wore them. I had a little friend from down the street who still wore diapers, and my parents described her as being my first crush... but I knew that I mostly had a crush on her predicament. Walking out to the car with a diaper on under my shorts at 4:00 in the afternoon felt weird... a couple of my buddies were playing ball hockey on the street, and I became seized with the belief that they could tell, and I ran around the opposite side of the car so they couldn't see me. In the restaurant, I went to war with my t-shirt, because no matter how many times I tugged it down behind me, every time I moved, I could feel it riding up, so that the top of my diaper was showing. I was adjusting it so much that I ended up drawing attention to what I was trying to hide, and my sister said "Having trouble hiding your baby diapers?", or something like that, earning a stern glance from my mom. But at the same time, having a diaper on felt... good. I had butterflies in my stomach. That moment basically encapsulates most of my experience with wearing diapers... it's a tightrope walk across a chasm of shame and potential embarrassment, but accompanied by an inexplicable lightness and feelings of safety, comfort and completeness. Once I graduated from actually needing to wear diapers at night, when I was about 10, I quickly realized that I still wanted to, and I started making my own, using safety pins and towels and my sister's plastic pants, or cut up plastic bags, and doing anything I could to get that feeling back. When I was about 13, my stepfather found my stash of diapers under my dresser, and he yelled at me while waving one around, in front of my whole family. That experience "cured" me of my diaper fascination for more than two decades, until I stumbled over a picture of myself in one of my mom's many photo albums, wearing a diaper at Christmas time when I was maybe 6 or 7. Then, it all came flooding back. I wish I could remember exactly what my first "born again ABDL" experience was, but it was more or less along the lines of going to the drugstore and buying the largest size of youth pullup they made, probably a Goodnites L/XL, and squeezing myself into one as soon as I got home. From there, within a few weeks, my heart racing, I bought a package of Depends with tabs, went home and put one on. Inexplicably, it would be a couple of years before I started Googling on this topic, whereupon I discovered two things: 1) I was not alone (duh...) and, 2) "this" had spawned an entire industry, including a place in a town about 45 minutes away from me called Rearz, which at the time, had a store you could walk into. The first time I put on a "real" ABDL diaper was transformative; the Goodnites and Depends were barely-suited stand-ins for the diapers of my youth, whereas that first "real" diaper ticked almost all of the boxes. I was only putting one on once a week or so, when I had the house to myself for a few hours, but I knew that I had rediscovered an important part of myself that I had kept buried for a long time. Many, many distant memories came surging back.

Part 16: Amy and Patsy were sitting in the living room. The thick padding made them feel like they were sitting on a cushion; however two diapers and rubber pants kept their legs apart and that position wasn’t comfortable. “Sis, I don’t like these diapers. They are thick and I can’t walk properly,” Amy sighed and wiggled on the couch in an effort to find a comfortable position. “Amy, mom told me she had to wear these diapers when she was a little girl,” Patsy turned to Amy. “Really? How could she walk? The package between my legs made me waddle.” “No idea; I also had to waddle.” At that moment Patsy’s bladder got full and sent a signal to her brain. However the pendant changed its route and Patsy didn’t feel any urge. Instead the signal was led to the bladder muscles and made them relax. The long stream of urine soaked into the diaper and spread across its front. Unlike the disposable diapers, the surface got wet and warm. Patsy suddenly felt the diaper getting warm and wet but she didn’t feel any urge and any response from the muscles. She got confused: “Amy, I’ve just peed and didn’t feel it. What happened?” “I don’t know,” Amy shook her head; she also was surprised. However she had the same experience minutes later. “Sis, I also peed myself and the diaper is wet. It isn’t like the diapers we wore before.” seconds later she pushed and the mushy poop filled the back of her diaper. Amy also didn’t feel any urge. “Amy, you pushed and pooped; didn’t you feel anything?” Patsy was taken aback. “Nope. I didn’t feel it,” Amy was shocked. She knew about the urge before and she even was able to hold her pee or poop but now she went into her diaper without even realizing it. “Hey, mom sneaked into the room while we were watching; what did she want?” Patsy noticed Ann before and she recalled it now. Amy shrugged only and Patsy also didn’t pay attention to Ann while watching the show. “Hey girls; it’s bath time now,” Ann entered the living room, switched off the TV and pointed to the door. Both girls sighed but they didn’t protest. The soiled diaper kept rubbing their crotches at every step and Amy was waddling even wider to prevent the rubbing; it was quite unpleasant. She crawled onto the changing table and spread her legs. Ann pulled down Amy’s pants and opened the rubber pants. The soaked and soiled garment fell down between Amy’s legs and Amy felt a big relief. As soon as Amy was cleaned and she jumped down and Ann helped her into the tub, Patsy crawled onto the changing table and waited. She also spread her legs but the wet cotton fabric stuck to her skin. As Ann opened the rubber pants and pulled the wet diaper from beneath her behind, Patsy felt relief and hurried up to the bathtub. The bath really was pleasant but the diapering was not. Amy was the first one and she stared at the three thick diapers in Ann’s hand. “Mommy, is it necessary?” “Of course princess. Otherwise you would leak in the night,” Ann pulled the diapers between Amy’s legs and closed the rubber pants. The diapers pressed against Amy’s crotch and made her spread her legs even more. Amy almost fell down when she jumped from the changing table and she had to waddle with her legs wide spread. “Mommy, what happened?” Patsy was curious and she asked Ann during her own diapering. She also was surprised by the thick package between her legs. “Patsy, you would like to stay in diapers forever. Now I’m about to fulfill your wish but you have to experience all aspects of wearing diapers. The disposable ones were very comfortable and you almost weren’t aware of having them on. Now you will be aware of being diapered and so will all around you. If you want to be in diapers, you have to be ready for this challenge.” Patsy was taken aback first and she guessed something was wrong. On the other hand she still was ready. “Amy, what about you?” “I’m ready, too, sis,” Amy collected her courage. “Well, let’s make a deal. One month in these diapers but the time will be doubled by every complaint or every form of protest. You won’t be able to control your pee or poop until the end of the challenge. After that you can decide if you want to stay in diapers or if you want to potty train.” Ann finished the diapering and dressed Patsy into the onesie. Patsy crawled down from the changing table and she waddled to the bedroom along with Amy. They lay down on their respective beds and tried to find a comfortable position; the best position was on their bellies. Ann switched off the light and left: “Good night princesses.” ------------------------------------------- Amy was tired and her eyes closed despite the unusual position. However she woke up deep in the night when she felt the cold and clammy fabric on her crotch. She had peed about an hour ago and the pee cooled down. When she peed in her sleep while wearing the disposables, she didn’t feel anything. The room was lit by the moonlight and a small night lamp. Amy could see Patsy sleeping in her bed. “Hey, Patsy,” she whispered; she didn’t want Ann to hear them and she didn’t know if Ann was asleep. Patsy was asleep and didn’t answer. Amy slowly crawled down from the bed and sneaked towards Patsy’s bed. The diapers kept rubbing against her crotch and she felt every step. “Hey, Patsy,” Amy shook Patsy. “Hey, what’s going on?” Patsy opened her eyes. “My diaper is cold and clammy and I woke up.” “Wait, mine is warm.” Patsy peed minutes before she was awakened by Amy. However, the diaper was clammy, too. “Should we ask mom to be changed?” “I don’t know but let’s try it.” Ann was asleep and her reaction was an unpleasant surprise. “The diapers can hold much more pee,” she announced when she checked both girls’ diapers. “return to the bed and sleep. I will change you in the morning.” “Mommy, it’s cold and clammy.” Amy protested. “Amy, remember what I said. One more word and you stay two months in these diapers.” Patsy kept silent; she was more careful and remembered Ann’s words exactly. However her diaper cooled down as well. The upcoming month didn’t seem that comfortable anymore. While they were walking back, Amy felt her diaper getting warm; she was peeing again. The fabric on her crotch got warm but the diaper itself swelled when her urine soaked into the deeper layer. “Amy, do you still want to stay in diapers,” Patsy whispered to her when they came back to the bedroom. She still wanted it but she didn’t want to hurt her sister. “Yeah, Patsy; we have to win the challenge and convince mom.” “Okay, let’s sleep now,” Patsy yawned, lay down on her belly again and her eyes closed. Maybe she wouldn’t have awoken if Amy didn’t shake her. The wet diaper didn’t wake her before. Amy also closed her eyes and fell asleep. Both girls weren’t aware of the urine irritating their skin. The wet diapers stuck to their crotches and a diaper rash was developing already.

2nd Friday: Level 11 Jill had a sense of accomplishment after waking up Friday morning. She survived the hardest part of her training. Only one more day, and she was done with the nursery. Mind you, she could have a meltdown, and end up going into a timeout. But after twelve days as a tot, and ten days in the daycare, Jill chose the path of least resistance. Still, at some level, Jill enjoyed little space. She kept telling herself that it was merely a defense mechanism, and she was only ‘allowing’ it for professional reasons. But she knew that wasn’t accurate. If that was true, she wouldn’t have agreed to spend the weekend with Tammy, knowing that she was back at level four for the next two days. She knew that she enjoyed some of this, and she wasn’t sure what that would mean for the rest of her life. So, she had a mixture of feelings heading into the nursery that morning. There was a part of her that was excited. And there was a separate part that was sad that her carefree days of just playing with dolls and with the girls’ club would be over. The day started the same as most mornings. Joan was slow to wake up and barely had time to get Debbie and Jill ready for the day. Fortunately, she knew this would be a problem, and prepared Jill’s bag the night before. Joan took care of Debbie first, who had pooped in her diaper. Jill knew that Joan would be there soon when she smelled the diaper. Jill could never quite figure it out, but Debbie seemed to have this sixth sense to know just when Joan would be in to wake them up. She would poop just before Joan came in. Jill never had any sense of how much longer it would be and tended to wait until she was at the nursery before pooping. After finishing up with the messy diaper, Joan asked, “Do you want mommy to dress you, or do you want to be a big girl?” Debbie responded, “I can be a big girl. I’ll be an adult this weekend.” “That’s right. Go and choose your outfit.” Even with the big kid status, Jill noticed that Debbie chose one of the more toddler-style outfits that she could find. It was a pastel yellow romper with frills around her chest. She picked two matching ribbons to complete the ensemble with her hair in the required pigtails. Joan squeezed Jill’s diaper, “Your diaper is only a little wet, and you aren’t poopy, so no diaper change until you get to the nursery.” There might have been elements that Jill liked, but she cringed whenever she was reminded that it was her diaper. She might end up liking diapers but wanted to get some control back. Joan continued, “You’re not a tot anymore, so you get to dress like a big girl. Go ahead and choose your outfit for the day.” Jill looked over her many options. Most of them looked like they were from the pre-school section, but some were designed for pre-teens. She saw a pink romper that matched Debbie’s and knew that’s what Joan would choose. She couldn’t quite decide whether to go with toddler-looking clothes or something for older kids. She remembered just how much she hated getting ready in the morning and deciding what to wear. It was nice just to let Joan dress her in the morning. Jill couldn’t decide, and Joan was getting a little anxious. She had a 9 am meeting, and they needed to get on their way soon. “Hurry up honey. If you don’t decide soon, aunty is going to dress you.” Jill knew exactly how Joan would dress her, and she didn’t want a pink out. She chose a pair of denim shorts and a lite blue tee shirt. She put a barrette in her hair and thought she didn’t look like a toddler. That was until she saw herself in the mirror and realized the tight shorts exposed her diaper. It was too late to do anything about it. Jill asked, “Where are you guys going this weekend?” Joan responded, “We’ve got a nice hotel in Monterey.” Jill knew full well why they were going away. Part of her wanted to ask, “Separate beds?” But she wasn’t sure how that would be received. It really wasn’t any of her business. Her only response was a meekly sounding, “That sounds fun.” Joan smiled, “It’s the first time that we will be together without it being mommy and daughter.” Debbie looked anxious, and Joan continued, “but I guess I’ll always be Debbie’s mommy, no matter what.” Jill laughed and followed, “And my aunty.” “Yes, that’s true. Even when you’re a big Ph.D., I’ll always be your aunty.” It was just a normal day at the nursery. Debbie and Jill started with a small breakfast. That was followed by the morning playtime. Tammy stayed close to Jill because she knew it was the last time they could play together. The five girls played with dolls and created a doll family. Then, it was snack-time, and then the play yard. Over the two weeks, the tots’ behavior at the play yard changed. At first, the tots would perform the exercises in each station. But two weeks later, the stations were now just tools of play. They would run aimlessly or played games like hide-in-seek or capture the flag. A lot of it was Mikey’s doing; he would always suggest they play some game together. This time Mikey said, “Since it’s your last day, what game do you want to play?” The three trainees typically didn’t initiate any activities. Tammy led most of their playtime pursuits, and Mikey initiated most of the outdoor activities. Jill looked at the other two and asked, “How about tag?” Gee never knew how to play any of the games that Mikey suggested. She grew up in India and even if she knew the game, it was always a different name. This time Gee’s eyes lit up. She said, “That used to be so fun.” There was an unspoken agreement, and the three said in unison, “Let’s play tag.” Mikey exclaimed, “That sounds fun!” Then Lisa and Gee both shouted, “Not it.” Everybody else shouted, “Jill’s it!” They all split in separate directions. Jill tried to catch Tammy, but Tammy was faster than her. Lisa was an easier target, and Jill tagged her. It wasn’t long after that the three younger nannies joined in, with only Ms. Susan holding out. Even Davee joined in, although he was by far the slowest and easiest target. Davee was a man in his sixties, and the others were all under 30. All eleven were tagged, although the only reason that Mikey was ever tagged was when he purposely allowed Davee to tag him. Eventually, it became ten against one as the ten all tried to tag Mikey. It wasn’t until Mikey got winded and couldn’t run anymore before he was tagged. The tots were tired when they got back to the nursery. Normally it was the sheer boredom that put them to sleep during naptime, but this time they seemed to really fall asleep. Jill went into a full-on sleep and woke up two hours later. That put them into the afternoon playtime. It was finally time for Jill to poll Gee on the regression index. This was Gee’s fifth day in the nursery, and Jill still wasn’t sure how she felt. There were parts that Gee seemingly enjoyed, but she resisted using her diaper and was tense when getting her diaper changed. It was obvious that Gee held back with her pee, and only pooped when it became absolutely necessary. Jill sat next to Gee and asked, “how are you doing with this?” Gee smiled and said, “To be honest, I’m glad it’s over. I much prefer being on the other side.” “What do you mean? So, you like it when you’re doing this, but not when it’s happening to you.” Gee sighed, “I know, it sounds bad. But I like caring for people. It feels good to be in charge, but I feel so vulnerable like this.” Jill acknowledged, “that was hard for me. I was afraid to let myself be vulnerable.” Gee continued, “And that’s what I like when I’m a nanny. You were trembling when I changed your wet nappy in the family loo last weekend. But you calmed down when you knew I was there.” Jill blushed and said, “You noticed that?” Gee smiled, “Oh yes. You let me care for you, and I loved that. I’m glad I’m doing this, but I like being a nanny.” Jill wondered how she would feel if the tables were turned, and she was the one who had to change Gee’s diaper in public. Jill asked, “So how do you feel about all of this?” “It’s weird. I first only wanted to be a nanny for children. I didn’t even know adults could do this. I almost quit when I was told that I would have to wear nappies during training. But I understood why they do it after I finished. One day I covered in the adult nursery. I didn’t think I would like it, but I did.” There was a devilish grin on Gee’s face when she said that. “Does that make me bad?” Jill said, “You probably feel the same naughtiness that I feel when I poop in my diaper.” Gee smiled, and Jill continued, “Ok, I’m going ask you some questions.” Gee grinned, “I keep forgetting that you’re a trained psychologist.” “It’s kind of tough to see it when all you see is me dressed as a three-year-old. On a scale of 1 to 5, how well do you tolerate each of the following items? Five means that you like it and don’t want to give it up. Zero means that you won’t do it, so it has to be at least a 1. One means you hate it, and 3 means that you don’t mind it.” Gee nodded, ‘That makes sense.” “The first thing is diapers, or what you call nappies?” Gee shook her head, “Nappies are tough for me. I don’t mind changing them, but I don’t like getting changed. That’s a one.” Jill was afraid to ask, but she had to know. “Have you tried to rub it when your diaper is wet?” At first, Gee seemed a little confused and then asked, “You mean against my clitoris?” It sounded so strange coming from Gee’s mouth. Jill nodded, “uh-huh.” “Oh, heaven’s no. I would never do that.” Jill laughed and said, “I was the same way. You might want to try it before it’s too late.” Gee seemed unconvinced, but the idea was in her head. Jill continued, “What about the highchair?” “Thank God I’m done with that. That would be a one.” Jill was confident with that score. “What about the crib?” Gee blushed, and Jill knew she hit a soft spot. “Those bars are nice, aren’t they? I don’t like being stuck all night, but I’ll give it a three.” “And the stroller?” “That’s like the highchair.” “And finally, the pacifier?” “I guess that would be a two.” Jill counted it up, “You’re at 8. That’s the lowest score so far.” Gee grinned, “You might want to try a mommy index sometime.”

This just screams amazon propaganda, and I love it

Thanks for reading! The final two chapters will come next week. ———— The Present(s) 10 - Almost Midnight Jenny pressed the button on the side of the tablet and… and… He dodged it. How had he managed to do that? By focusing on the present moment. That’s how. The entire room was just noise: the ongoing villainous monologue, the slowly fading paralysis, the complete princess makeover, the floor and ceiling, the smell of baby powder, the crinkly diaper, the sun and moon, the no-show meteor. Nothing was as important as that finger on the side of the tablet. So he saw it coming, and he dodged it, just like Kinsey said. The flash of light meant to scramble his brain was now only doing harm to his sensitive skin on the side of his face. The computer screen was no longer a blank soul-sucking white, it was a multi-colored, spinning circus in his periphery. James fought hard to keep his eyes on the ceiling as the flashing colors illuminated everything. The Little Gramcracker now had a new act. He couldn’t let Miss Jenny know that he avoided her brainwashing. James had to play along, just like he did all night. “Alright, James.” For some reason, she had reverted to his real name. “Raise your right arm over your head,” she commanded as coolly as the weather outside. Panic set in. Which arm was his right arm? He had to get it right, there was no tricking her if he stupidly lifted his left instead. James elevated his right arm like it was tied to an invisible balloon. He managed to conjure up a dreamy, out-of-sorts expression on his face to help sell the ruse. There was no way to tell if it was working. At the same time, he made sure that he didn’t put his eyes on that screen. “Now tap yourself on the head four times,” said Jenny. One, two, three, four. The number of the monsters in the small party room. He counted them down, at least four times. The same number of times he patted his hand on top of his head. “Perfect. Now say ‘I’m a dumb Little’.” James doubled down on his silly dreamlike expression, but maybe letting his tongue hang out of his mouth was overkill. “I’m a stoopid Little,” repeated James, adding a slight slurring to his fake brainwashed voice. “Even better,” Jenny laughed. “Now the next part is super important, so I need you to pay attention. You’re going to get a special code word for a very special mission, are you excited?" James smiled and nodded like an idiot. "So when I say our special word, you're going to need to show everyone how much you love messing your diaper. I want to fill that diaper up, and that will make you feel so good. Isn't it good to just let it all out? Think about letting it all out in your diaper." He tried to think of anything but letting it all out in his diaper, which was just as useful as trying not to think of a pink elephant. It was all he could think about, he felt a fullness in him. He hadn't gone potty since showing up, and the need to tinkle was a tiny itch. The need to poop was nowhere to be found, but now that he was thinking about it... "Are you ready to hear our word, James?" The Betweener continued. "This word can only come from me. Not from Kinsey, or Anne-Margot, or Nanny Mamsy, or Rhonda Raucier. Only from me, and from me only. If you understand that, say 'otay'." James wanted to recoil from the baby talk, but said it anyway. "Otay!" "You're so cute, James. Thanks for being so cute, you're going to make me a lot of money." What was he supposed to say? 'You're welcome'? This wasn't in any way shape or form of how he thought the night was going to go, trying to pretend to be brainwashed so he wouldn't actually be brainwashed wasn't on the to-do list when he woke up this morning. Jenny waited a few seconds. "Our special word is... Midnight." Midnight. That was easy enough to remember. It was the word he was most looking forward to hearing since learning about the contract. That's when this all would end: Midnight. If he had a clean diaper by midnight he was free to go. That's why Jenny was putting in this 'fail-safe', in case he didn't have a dirty diaper before the party was over. This Tweener was a lot of things, most of them synonyms of crazy, but she was also clever, wiley, and another synonym for clever. "I'm sorry that I can't say it again, or you'll become a little stinker, and we want you to poop that diaper so everyone can see. A messy baby loves an audience." He could see her go for something out of the corner of his eye, his gaze toward the ceiling was beginning to wear on him, a tiredness that he didn't expect. It's hard to look at something for a very long time when you want to look elsewhere. James wished he didn't crane his neck so hard to steer his face from the colorful screen. "We're almost done, and you're being so good," praised Jenny. "Now, for our last trick, I want you to close your eyes and open your mouth. Come on, it's going to be so much fun." It was almost over. James couldn’t believe he was able to pull this off. He also couldn't wait to tell Kinsey how he dodged the screen and tricked the Tweener; she would actually think he was cool for once, and he imagined how impressed she’d be by this present moment. James closed his eyes and opened up his mouth. She coaxed him, "Wider now, a little bit wider." He did what he was told, the anxiety leaving him as he could see the flashing light from beneath his eyelids. James stuck his tongue out, like he would at a dentist, exposing his entire back molars to Jenny. He could do this! Another mistake. Whatever she put in his mouth tasted like chocolate. Soft and sweet. About the size to fit in his hand, not enough to hurt to swallow, but enough to be a mouthful. James savored the flavor for a moment before realizing what was really happening. This was laxative chocolate, the kind used to help Littles go number 2 — even if they didn't want to go number 2. James didn't want to go number 2, especially while wearing a diaper that he couldn't remove. His eyes shot open just in time to catch the oncoming pacifier in Jenny’s hand. But it was already too late. It was in his mouth. The chocolate, the pacifier. Jenny was already twisting the dial, expanding the rubber bulb, further pushing the chocolate laxative deeper down his gullet. He had full control of his body now, slamming his hands against the forearms of the Tweener. He tried to push the chocolate out of his mouth with his tongue, but it only managed to smoosh up the mushy candy-medicine against the pacifier bulb. The gate to his mouth was closed and nothing was getting out. Jenny was bigger and stronger than him. However, she was no Nanny Mamsy by any means. James managed to push her away, and she stumbled back against the door. “I guess they didn’t offer any acting classes in Gramcracker school,” mocked Jenny as she collected herself. "That was a nice trick, pretending to be under the influence, but you're not going to need my commands to mess that diaper after you digest those chocolates." He didn’t attempt to say anything back, trying desperately to pull the pacifier from his mouth. It was no use. The chocolate was liquifying from his saliva, sneaking in trickle by trickle until the mush in his mouth would later become mush in his diaper. “I’ll send Anne-Margot down in around ten minutes to bring you upstairs,” Jenny said like it was business as usual. “See you at the party, Jamie.” Then she was out the door. James checked to see if it was locked from the outside, he had to. Desperation has a tendency to throw logic out the window. He banged from his side of the door, ignoring its red light. It was locked, he was trapped, it was all over except for the crying. Acceptance vs Actuality. If he just swallowed, it’d be done. No more worrying about the present moment. Every present moment would be chosen for him, like outfits in a closet, his life a script for him, but not by him. But James didn’t swallow. Holding onto the hope that he could hold out, just like Little Amy in the terrible machine. The chocolate slime coated his teeth, he pressed against it as much as possible, gagging on the sensation. There were tears, and lots of them. Make-up paints a picture as it melts, the blue eyeshadow smeared against the pink blush, tiny purple rivulets streaked down his cheeks. They’d have to redo his face, he thought to himself, and he worried that they’d be mad at him. It was all part of the dance, this feeling of getting too close to the fire. He wasn’t just burned; he was charred. When this medicine worked its magic, he was going to be adopted for sure. They’d make him wear diapers and baby clothes, maybe make him perform silly songs, they’d carry him around like a Little accessory. Was it any different from being a Gramcracker? Yes. It was different. Just in ways he couldn’t quite describe. The door to his room opened. That was a quick ten minutes… James turned to see who was there. Boy, was he in for a surprise. It was Mamsy, not Anne-Margot. Nanny rushed into the room, dropped to her knees, and released the pacifier with a quick turn of the bulb. It was out of his mouth and onto the floor, taking with it a string of chocolate spit worthy of the record books. She held out a hand in front of his mouth, the other wrapping around him and tapping a soothing rhythm on his back. “Spit it now, Jamie.” The Little hesitated. Was this a trick or something? “These hands have caught vomit, collected spit up and touched poop more times than I can count,” assured Nanny Mamsy. "I think it can handle a bit of chewed up chocolate." James did as he was told. It was gross, and childish, he felt as helpless as a B-word. "Is that all of it?" Nanny asked as he dry-heaved in front of her. "I don't want to have to take you over my shoulder, make you burp one out." James didn't want that either. So he spat again, this time her satisfaction. He watched her with keen eyes as she located a hand towel in Kinsey's closet, wiping her palms with a tired expression on her face. "Why are you helping me?" James asked. He didn't know why he asked. It was all he could say after the sudden turn of events. Nanny Mamsy grinned a sly grin. "Let's just say I'm old fashioned, I'm used to doing things the right way, and not the quick way." "What's that mean?” James asked as he cocked an eyebrow. “You like using cloth diapers instead of disposables or something?" "I can pin a cloth diaper to a Little - if that's what you want," she answered matter-of-factly. Great. Even more miscommunication with the Nanny, but this time he wasn't on the wrong end of a body slam. James shifted his weight, which made his diaper crinkle. Due to recent events, he had forgotten all about the pink overalls, pink diaper with hearts for a wetness indicator. Nanny continued, "Things typically end up where they're supposed to go, there's no need to rush an inevitability- " "But I thought you were mean!" James held his hands over his mouth when he realized he talked out of turn. "Jamie, sweetie. You have just as much choice over my actions as you do your own. Throw a tantrum and you'll end up over my knee or in a corner. Remain polite and respectful, and I'll return in kind." He thought about things for a brief moment, about the dance or the monsters. Truth and facts can sometimes shift after revelations. Yes, to a Little like himself, Nanny Mamsy was a monster. A giant of a woman with an innate sense of maternal justice, but maybe she had a teeny-weeny soft side worth exploring or giving credit. His diaper would be thankful for her intervention, that was for sure. "Come on now, let's touch you up before we head upstairs, we're going to be opening presents." ----- Once upstairs, the Amazons confronted Jenny in the backstage hallway. Anne-Margot wanted answers while Nanny Mamsy sought revenge, and James hid behind them like a child. He only wished Kinsey was out there with him, she was already in the small party room with Rachelle, which left Jenny all on her lonesome against the two miffed Bigs. Jenny sounded her argument with loud talking and arms crossed. "If you would have heard the potty words coming from his potty mouth, you'd have done the same." No one believed her lies. The Tweener probably wished she had on heels because her attempts to appear taller were falling short. There were a few noticeable changes to the backstage hallway, with its bright lights and white floors. The long train of mobile changing tables was missing a few cars, and the scent in the air wasn't just of baby powder. It stank of recent dirty diapers, the ghostly presence made him crinkle his nose, and he wondered about the stories that accompanied the smell. The Amazons didn't seem to worry about the smell, or the missing changing tables, or the fact it was getting closer to midnight. Anne-Margot had another question, but she had a strange way of asking it. The Amazon still had tinsel in her hair, but no drink in her hand, someone smarter must have cut her off for the evening. She was still sort of wobbly, moving about the hall casually flapping her hands about, as if she was looking for something in particular. Jenny slowed her excuses as she watched Anne-Margot dig into a nearby changing table, one that did not have the name 'The Rauciers' stenciled on the side. "Anne-Margot, what are you doing?" Jenny asked. Anne-Margot turned to the group brandishing a group of disposable diapers fanned out like a hand of playing cards. The Amazon asked, “Do you guys have any diapers that can fit a Tweener?” Jenny squeaked as she stepped away, folding her hands across her shirt to keep her clothes on her body. This was not supposed to happen; in her five years here, this was the first time that the clients had taken a ‘liking’ to her. Time to redirect. “I’m sorry but tonight is about the Littles, maybe we could accommodate you for next years party?” “That’s funny,” Anne-Margot corrected, “I thought tonight was about what ‘we’ wanted.” “You’re absolutely right, ma’am.” Jenny placated with a short bow. “I apologize.” “No, if you touch that Little one more time — you will be sorry.” As the three made their way into the small party room, James made sure to high step right on by Miss Jenny as her night continued to further crumble. The Amazons were pretty pissed about what had happened to him, and he didn’t even mention the brainwashing ‘Project Midnight’. James kept that info as extra ammunition for a later present moment; because ‘the dance’, as Jenny called it, was all about timing. ———— The dark small party room was just as dark as he remembered. Anne-Margot busied herself by setting up the special surprise reveal while her sister sat upright on her throne, a blindfold keeping a giddy Rhonda out of the loop. They had moved the chairs closer to the fire, the decorated tree, and the dozens of presents. Someone had turned on some holiday music, jazzy stuff that spiked the energy of the entire room. Jenny still hustled about trying to help, she was on camera duty. Still clutching onto anything that made her a seller and not the product, but she gave the Raucier gang a wide berth and for good reason. This time around, James was feeling pretty good about things. He had somehow managed to dodge a reprogramming and a laxative chocolate ambush in a period of ten minutes. He also knew everything he needed to know about Jenny. For the first time tonight, he felt like he was in control over his destiny; but sadly not his wardrobe, pink unicorn coveralls and matching bulky diaper were far from ideal party clothes. The clock read 11:03. Less than an hour until paycheck time. He was totally going to pee the longest lasting pee of his life when this was all said and done. And in a toilet, not a diaper! A thought that uplifted him like the jazz music. Yes, James felt like he was the only Little on top of the world. Up until he saw Kinsey. His Little partner hid in a dark corner away from everyone. He could tell something was wrong, like dreadfully wrong. She was in overalls like him, but the ones the Bigs made her wear were blue in color, and instead of a unicorn with fluffy clouds and rainbows, Kinsey had a trio of dinosaurs on the front. The coveralls weren't as important as her ‘other’ changes. Her face was hidden in her hands, she was meek and quiet, and she did something different with her hair. He had expected her to rag on him after seeing him dressed as a girl. James toddled over to see what was the matter, the diaper and overalls made him wibble-wobble from side to side. Then he noticed what was so different. “Hey, Kins-ing-ton. Did you cut your hair?” The model turned around just as he got close enough to get a good look at her; slowly removing her hands, revealing her boyish face sans make up. Kinsey looked like him. It was eerie, a living mirror in the flesh, an uncanny resemblance of him that wasn’t him. A Kinsey clone. Or a James clone. Which would make him the Kinsey clone. “Oh, waffles!” muttered James. There was no answer from Kinsey, she had a dead behind the eyes look like she’d just suffered some sort of damage or trauma. Powerful things that James wasn’t built to diagnose, or fix in any way, but he gave her a hug anyways. A hug she barely returned, as her arms hung limp at her sides. James pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes. Her breath smelled like chocolate. “Kinsey, Kinsey!” James said as he tried to shake some life into his friend. “Please tell me that you didn’t eat the chocolate.” Kinsey mumbled, “I didn’t eat the chocolate… ” Oh, come on. This wasn’t fair, she had all the signs of a recent mind-scrub, what kind of awful things did Jenny do to his friend? What was he supposed to do now? James thought about his ‘ammunition’ and ‘timing’. If she was this far gone she wouldn’t be able to protect herself, but maybe those Amazons would be able to do something. That's when James realized that he was thinking of the monsters as protection from the monsters. A weird thought. “Kinsey, you have got to wake up. I don’t know if I can do this without you, I don’t want to be alone.” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into the slightly taller girl’s shoulder. “Just please wake up,” James repeatedly pleaded. He felt her stir to life, slightly repositioning herself within his embrace. Or maybe he just wished it were so. “Gram-gram, if you keep this up you're going to wreck your eyeshadow," mocked Kinsey. All James managed to blurt was "Wha-?" He quickly relinquished his hug to find good old Kinsey in front of him. Yeah, she may have looked like him with the new haircut, but she had a unique way of cocking one hip to the side as if she owned the place. James moved in for a second hug, for which he was rebuffed. This was getting too mushy for the Little model. It was time to start their age old battle of Little insults. "I love what you did with your.. everything." Kinsey motioned from his head to toe. "It's cute, very girly. Maybe if you’re good we can go out and buy you some dolls. Is that supposed to be me?” “I don’t know, Kins-ing-ton.” James reared back to look for the right approach. “If you wanted to be me, you should’ve asked. Because I’m already sick of being you.” “Touché, that cuts deep. Especially coming from the Little sister that I never wanted.” James countered, “Well, your hair sucks!” Which was a bad insult because her new hair was like his old hair. “I know,” Kinsey commented as she pretended to be James. “It’s almost as if I’m begging to be treated like a Little girl while pretending to be a Little boy. Thank goodness I still have my pretty singing voice, which means my *whistle* *whistle* still haven’t dropped.” The lewd motion she made while pointing between her legs was only the poignant cherry on the humility sundae. "Kinsey!" James spat, unable to fire back while she laughed at him. "What was wrong with you? You were totally out of it." "I was just thinking about something, no biggie. You're so worried about me, what about you? Did you eat any candy or drink any milk like a total newbie?" James shook his head. "No. Did you?" "Of course not." Kinsey had a way of laughing things off. But James didn't believe her. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, what's wrong? You’re looking at me all weird and concerned-like. Feel free to stop." "What about Jenny's tablet?" James moved onto his next worry. "Did she get you with that?" Kinsey scratched her head, then ran a hand down the length of where her hair used to be, but her fingers just dangled in the air until she quickly brought them to her chest. "No, no. I dodged it again. I mean, she didn't even have it with her. Or something." "Which was it? Did you dodge it or did she not have it with her?" "Calm down, James. I don't remember. No big deal." Kinsey let out a nervous giggle as her eyes darted towards Jenny and away from their private corner before changing the subject. "I guess they thought this haircut would make me look like you. Do I really look like that? Are we supposed to act like each other? Like twins?” "I think that's what they have in mind," James answered. "I think we're pawns in their Little games." "We always have been, Gram-gram." The word ‘dance’ flashed through his mind, especially the way Jenny said it with such malice. The two partners addressed the last act as a duo, an inseparable pair held together by a pinky promise. Still, James had his doubts about Kinsey’s story, it raised his hackles. Kinsey wouldn't lie to him, would she? It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter. It was almost midnight. They were almost done. -------

I would love if my wife started checking me. The nurses asked when in the hospital but didn't physically check until I told them I was wet.

Feeling my diaper get wet, warm, and expanding brings a momentary glassy stare and smile to my face. On occasion, those who don't know that I am wearing a diaper and wetting have noticed my change in facial expression and asked if I was ok. I simply said that I was thinking about something from work while my diaper got wetter without any suspicion that I was wetting.

I wouldn't say my parents "treated me like a baby." I would say they treated me in a number of ways as if I was younger than I was, occasionally to the point of treating me similarly to a baby. I think the two are different. The reason I think the two are different is that I think to be "treated like a baby," not otherwise specified, would entail a broad, general positive (i.e. active, additive) offering or imposition of babylike things — counting blocks, stuffed animals, etc. — rather like what an AB might do for themself to make it easier or more comfortable to regress. My parents didn't do that. They were pretty happy to treat me appropriately for my age in terms of academic achievement, household responsibility, etc. Typically, they treated me like a baby by either: not preventing me from doing childish things which normal kids my age would have been taught not to do anymore; or subjecting me, or allowing me to be subjected, to rules that would be normal for babies and toddlers but not older kids who were my age. Important context is that I spent a huge part of my childhood without continence and in diapers, due to a very protracted precontinence (i.e. pre-toilet-training phase) and then a separate period of incontinence a couple of years later. Without that context, much of this would never have happened. However, I think if I had a kid and my kid had the same problems, I would avoid doing pretty much everything my parents did. Here are some of the more outré things I can think of. Fair warning that a lot of tea is going to be spilled which is extraneous to the diapers but which is vital to understanding my family. They didn't advocate for medical attention. At about 4yo, after a couple of separate toilet training failures, my parents took me to a paediatrician who assessed me as incontinent due to developmental delay. That's all well and good but then they just sort of treated it as a permanent fait accompli and didn't try to take any further action until my school put them in touch with a clinician when I was 6. Similarly, when my incontinence kicked in at 10, after a few paediatric consults they kind of pretty quickly assumed that it was going to be a permanent thing and stopped trying to fix it. I dunno if their approach here is objectively objectionable or neglectful, but it feels weird. They had weird ideas about modesty. Everyone is familiar with how parents let their toddlers wander about in a T-shirt and diapers. Typically that would stop at about 2 or 3. I was dressed that way most everywhere for the warm half of the year until I was about 4, and I was still dressed that way in most extended family private spaces and some public spaces right up until I left diapers. I have pretty much only ever seen 1 other person to whom this happened in my entire life. In my parents' defence, I think at least the "extended family" element of this may have been instigated by my extended family in an attempt to play some kind of weird power game. I am one of the few people in my extended family diagnosed autistic, and the only one I know of with any significant continence issues. I think my relatives liked to lord that over my parents and remind them of that. I very rarely got to change my own diapers. This is partly not directly my parents' fault. All told, I was wearing some form of incontinence protection through late third grade and from mid-sixth-grade through early-to-mid-ninth-grade. In that time, I went to one kindergarten, two primary schools, and one high school. Everyone except the high school had a blanket policy saying students with continence issues could not change their own diapers. The high school's policy was written in such a way that if I had been less severely incontinent and/or wearing lighter protection at the time of enrolment, I probably would have been able to change my own diapers, but I wasn't, so I wasn't. My parents' direct involvement was that I did not get to change my own diapers at home at all during my first stay in them. I got to do it very rarely during my second stay; essentially, if I needed a change between coming home from school and going to bed, I could handle that, but otherwise my parents handled any other changes not handled by the school. If I had still been in diapers at 13 I would have taken over responsibility for them then, but as it happened, by then I was in pull-ups, so I never needed to do that work or learn how to change cloth diapers. I am going to throw the responsibility for that part directly at my parents. Bitching at me about how difficult and disgusting it was to have to change my diapers, while not actually letting me learn to do it myself, was a dynamic that kept repeating itself in every other interaction we had right up until I broke off contact with them. They didn't help me maintain continence. During my second stay in diapers, I did have partial control which would have been strong enough to make it to the toilet under some circumstances. However, I was in traditional square cloth diapers. They are pretty much impossible to use as pull-ups, and because I didn't know how to change myself, I couldn't just take them off to use the toilet and then put them back on. As a result, in a lot of situations where I could have used the toilet and where it would arguably have been helpful for me to do so, I had no option but to use my diapers. — In practice, pretty much all of these things were kind of messed up and draining to experience, and I'm still carrying a fair amount of resentment about them.

growing up I was a very spoiled kid (still am if I’ll being honest lol) my parents gave me everything and more. as far a “babying” no, not in a literal or metaphorical sense. however, I do have a story about someone else, similar to the question. when I was a kid (about 7 years old) me and my sister would go to this lady’s house after school to be watched until my mom got off work. this lady’s name was Kim. she actually had a garage she converted into a daycare, and would babysit toddlers/kids. I remember Kim had a daughter of her own names Lacey. Lacey was 5 at the time, so she was definitely out of diapers. Lacey would always tell her mom “I wanna be a baby!”. I remember her saying this on multiple occasions. well, on this particular day after school, Lacey finally got her wish. i remember being in the living room watching cartoons, and her mom walks in with a baby diaper, and a little dress. even though Lacey was 5, she could still fit into the diaper and dress. I’ll never forget her mom saying “if you wanna be a baby, then that’s what we’ll do! she took her, and put her outside in the sandbox. I think that was one of the things that made me start being curious about diapers.

At home my Daddy typically uses a sniff test to tell of I'm wet and need a change. If my Wife notices she'll mention it to my Daddy and then He changes me. Out and about it's usually a finger under the waistband to see. Quick. Simple. Easy peasy.

Yup. It's assumed that I'm old enough to check myself and change myself if necessary. Two spouses later, I'm still on my own.

My G/F takes pet in this thing of mine as a caretaker, she’ll put me in nappies and change me when I’m wet but the one thing she struggles with is to know when I need a change. She’ll always asks me “do you need a change?” I would love it if she would just pull down my plastic pants and without saying a word check how wet I was by running her finger in the leg cuff. It’s a minor gripe and her acceptance and participation should be enough…….but hopefully one day ?

.....and here I thought there was money involved!!!! ? ... Hoping someone would write me a diaper check...... *sigh*..

in the beginning i did mu dadda was a big fan of them. later after he passed i got a way from it being along you know. but in the last 5 years i have gone back to them with help from my dad. i wear one at every meal and even if we are out he will bring one along in my diaper bag. im not really a messy eater well i try not to be.

I don't wear bibs no more, but I used to. I had a clear vinyl Winnie the Pooh bib that was nice n thick from Comco that I loved lots! And a full coverage ballerina one with a crumb catcher. Both casualties of a purge.. ? Lucky I'm not a messy eater these days. All messy babies need to be in bibs no ifs ands or buts

I love bibs while eating baby food and spitting up lol I also wear them for bjs

I'm heading towards the goal of incontinence as well. I'm focusing primarily on bladder, but thanks to IBS, I'm already partially bowel incontinent. I've been wearing 24/7 for the better part of two years now, but only in the last week or so have I been focusing hard on untraining. I'm releasing whenever I have to, and keeping my sphincter open at all times. I've noticed it's become a lot easier to wet sitting down, which used to be a struggle for me. I've also had a couple of mornings when I couldn't remember how my diaper got wet, which was particularly exciting. It's a big commitment, but if it makes us feel happier and more secure, there's no reason not to go for it. Good luck on your journey OP, I look forward to hearing your progress reports!

@ Littlebabaprince Nice bibs, I like the big plastic blue border one, and it’s good to see you have some baby reins too! ?